Roxie and Jean Claude are very satisfied with their lot in life. Who wouldn’t be?? They own two houses, have electric litter boxes, toys of all kinds and several human servants to cater to their wishes. Still, life is not always easy…even for them. However, unlike us complex humans, they are more practical about dilemnas and problems. Yes they obsess but only in play. Problems – boredom, loneliness, abandonment, or being left outside too long are resolved quickly. They both appreciate peace and relaxation and seem to have zero tolerance for chaos or nonsense.
The Ultimate Couple
Spent time with my mother (and my sister, , and nephew brother the last couple of days) . Yesterday mom and I went to Target where we tried on hats. Mom bought a sassy one like one she bought on a Paris trip a couple of years ago. That Paris trip was memorable in that we met several mother-daughter couples. Still my mom and I got on each others nerves – a lot. At La Follit Restaurant on the Champs de Lysee, I was seated next to a lovely woman about my age who later told me she was Japanese. I noticed as she looked heavenward in exasperation during a discussion with her mother who was seated next to my mom facing us. Our moms were dressed alike in chic jersey knit black pants and draped black jackets. We chatted. Our mothers sat and faced us smiling demurly as the younger woman and I talked about our frustrations and how sweet they looked. Later my mom and I boarded a bus near the Eifel Tower. There seated across from us was a mother-daughter couple. I chucked quietly when I saw the daugheter reach out and give her mother’s knee a quick spank in exasperation. The daughter told me they were from Spain and sheand I were the same age. We disccused the U.S. Later that evening my mother and I took and Illumination tour – a night tour of Paris landmarks. Our driver stopped by hotel …joining us was a mother-daughter couple from Nashville. he daughter just finished graduate school and had bright hair. Their joy was infectious and they both laughed readily. Travel, the daugher noted, is best done, with your mom, You can be annoyed, fight and be honest and then laugh. So true.
Affection
My co-workers dog has a sports injury. Yep a wrong catch of the frisbee. Right now the dog, a Labrador, is enjoying Matt’s attention as it requires him putting a pack of ice on the injury and laying down next to him. We both laughed about it as we know the dog, clearly a sports enthusiast, will become bored.
Roxie is like that about the laser toy.
Divas Need Love Too – and Their Laser Toys
Roxie likes to cuddle at night. She sometimes requires constant petting and wants her tummy rubbed continually. Her big thing is her laser toy. CCL purchased the kind that can change it beam to a smiley face or a flying saucer. Roxie doesn’t care, she could play with the beam all night long. Often if I awake during the night I find her awake too and she meows her instructions that I get the toy out and spray the beam against the wall for her enjoyment.
She also meows for me to get the toy out when I’m sitting at my desk in my home office – except when she’s listening to church online or music from my computer.
The Male Species
Jean Claude just came back in -again . I let him out in the back yard this morning. He was visiting my neighbor’s yard but my other neighbor let her dog out and he and Jean Claude are not so chummy these days. I tend to leave Jean Claude outside and close the door. He’s a pretty large cat and he can take care of himself. Roxie, a female Japanese bobtail, is so tiny I encourage her to come in when I do as she really seems to lack a sense of direction and has been known to run off and stay out all night. Jean Claude – I know eventually he’ll knock to let me know he wants to come back in the house or he’ll cry out. Bombays, I’ve read, think they are dogs. Jean Claude certainly fits the mode. For sure he knows he’s a “male.” Last night I came in pretty late , around 11, and he just breezed right past me when I opened the door and escaped into the night. I just let him go hang. I wasn’t chasing him. Around 2 am I heard him at the front door and came down and let him in the house. Typical.
